A Fly and a Bird
I saw a buzzing, birding fly go by.
It spied a puzzling, flying bird up high.
When it said, "that's a flycatcher, I think",
that bird caught lunch - a fly and a drink.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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